After berry picking:
A long shot
Two bikers contemplate the end of the road
Hyperion run flooded: Heritage Trail under water
Above, photo by Sarah of Joanne and me on Fall Hill Drive, Fredericksburg, Virginia, midway through the regular Saturday 6-miler from Hyperion Espresso. (The trail is on the far side of that guard rail.) And below, a police officer’s photo from the opposite side of the river that day, on River Road at the entry to Falmouth Beach.
Fathers Day 10k Race
Our first foot race together, Erin’s second 10k race, and her first women’s first place award. Erin’s time 54:01, mine 54:05. It was Bishops Events’ Fathers Day races, Old Mill Park, Fredericksburg, Virginia.
High Bridge Trail, Farmville, Virginia
Edwin, Randy, Bonnie, Trudy. We left Farmville about 10:30am, biked east about 15 miles at a leisurely pace to our picnic at the abrupt end of the trail in the woods near Burkeville. Then back, stopping here and there when we felt like it, including here at the bridge about 3:15pm.
Here’s a photo of the bridge displayed by FarmvilleVa.com:
Election Day
Simultaneous primary elections for Democratic nomination for US Congress and Republican nomination for US Senate (but you can only vote in one). We counted 139 D ballots, 404 R ballots, and 543 voters, about 10% of our precinct’s registered voters.
Judy M, John & Lois S, Judy F, Vance C, Gloria C, Edwin R
Marty’s cobweb
His spot in the sun
Jan’s dog, Harry Potter, finds his spot in the sun.
Dad’s birthday weekend
With Nick and Judy, Gareth and Nancy, we celebrated Dad’s birthday on what was coincidentally Memorial Day Weekend. Dad and I had a walk in Duff Park one day and Beaver Run the next, where we noticed an exceptionally large tulip poplar tree. Didn’t take many pictures this weekend, and only saved these six:
From the wildlife camera, Jan-Apr, 2018
26 images, about 10 seconds apart. Click the image to skip the wait. By the way, we’re not actively trying to fence the critters out — only to keep the dog in. We’ve seen adult deer easily jumping that 5′ fence, but they hardly ever bother, and the squirrels squeeze through those 2″ x 4″ openings. I think the box turtles burrow underneath, but so far this dog hasn’t learned to do that. The vine climbing the fence is the notorious Japanese honeysuckle, branded by the state as a noxious weed. Its flowers are pretty, and they really do smell like honey later in the spring.
